I have predicted events before they have occurred as a child with a special gift, I swore the wind spoke As I awoke from dreams of a real life which I couldn't seem to obtain Only pain chasin shadows in the day And at night it was even worse Submerged in a, coma-type chaos wonderin from which my talent came Worshippin idols with many names, I lusted for change Granted an intuition beyond human definition Hurdling my barren living conditions Screamin for someone to listen, pushin the limits of man's superstition My body deformed (uh-huh) my brain suffered lack of nutrition Labeled a dreamer with no sense of what is or isn't One theory, I'm the son of a witch's covenant (uh-huh) If you could name a spirit then with my pen, I can summon it Some people say, I'm evil as you gonna get Others say my parents were experimented on by the government There's certain things I write if the world knew they'd be amazed I got their entire lives in my notebook and I'm the author of the last page But please God don't punish me Make bad things happen to kids who made fun of me Heard Nostrodamus? He like the son of me Some people come to me, said they seen me in a vision (uh-huh) All over the world they bow, and I ain't even religious It's weird for me to live this, the spirits in my lyrics Sometimes they reveal shit that, I don't wanna know like Kennedy, Saddam, Vietnam, Bills of Congress All my life somethin wasn't right the night they took Christopher Wallace I've wandered through the corpses, of Hiroshima also in Auschwitz I've been chased out of Rome by priests with crosses Air forces have reported, seen my image project, astrally I'm the chemical make up in the universe tapestry Half of me, cries for this condition of man (yeah) Stay poison the land, I'm not sure of which position to stand But take me by the hand, the Poison Pen offers resurrection Shrouded in darkness with no heaven protection You lay in the aftermath of he who laughs last Now I have written it, so it shall come to pass Conversations with God, one day I thought I saw you in the midst of angels burning on fire in Egyptian soil (uh-huh) The moon blighted, red the dead, speakin in original tongue that I only understood the sound, the work has now begun Hounds after the blood of your servant, the serpents circle my feet as I glide towards the steps of the Vatican, Your Majesty You gave me the key to cover the land with the sea I ask the fate of the lost tablets that contain five more commandments Abandonment of your second-born child down the Nile Misplaced him in Jersey, it taught him survival You guide my hand as I write the modern Bible Not to denounce the first one but after I finish writin mine it's final I scream of rage that's primal (uh-huh) sneaking up your spinal (yeah) I speak it slow and clear so you can press it up on vinyl My death is comin soon (soon) for the love of savages And what I say will be translated into many languages Some say I'm crazy cause I'm John Doe by choice But God speaks to the children through the use of my voice (uh-huh) I'm somethin different to everyone and refuse to do what many have done I'm the reincarnation of Adam but you knew that from day one No need for me to get mad (never) it's my time to heal them (right) And if I have an enemy, the Lord God will kill them And my job will be done until all time is done I'm made from the very same clay that God begot his own son
The Poison Pen... Yo, the Poison Pen... The Poison Pen... Yo, yeah, the tragedy of Poison Pen...
